These words that boil inside you are strong
By nature, to hold them imprisoned is wrong
Speak raw, speak power, speak truth, speak you,
Your poem, your story, your song.
Do it for heart or do it for fun
Do it for the man who just lost his son
Who’s voiceful weight might have weighed a near ton
But whose life was only just one
Do it for her or do it for him,
Shoot out your love with your words and then
Wrap her in poems, your scribbles, your scraps
‘Til your hearts are closer within
Here comes the end so I hope you have learned
That a life unspoken is a life unearned
Of triumphs and joys, ventures and wins
Of knowledge put forth and returned.